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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Meet the old man…

22. Just a number. For a traveler, numbers don't matter. The journey matters and it goes on….

I usually don't like birthdays, for some strange reason. Yeah. But there's a weird feeling at the end of the day, and for a change it's good. Feels like crossing a hurdle. I see closed doors. Closed doors hiding something unknown, which may be good.

No ranting today. A smile on my face, about the unknown that lies ahead. Coz that smile is what matters. It adds meaning, adds essence to a life full of unknown surprises.

This old man is 22.

<Insert coughs>

Where's my arm chair?

3 comments:

Richa said...

haha. Birthdays don't give pleasure to me either :D

Yuvika said...

22 and old? wait till u cross 25 - u sound like u might get suicidal!

Punkster said...

@Bro

*High 5*

@Yuvika

It's not the age. It's the mind state. Yep.